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Are not, are not,
 * What you would seem to be,

Are not, are not,
 * True as you seem to be.

Your heart is false, I see, And you care nought for me. But once, but once, you will regret.

Care not, care not,
 * If you love me or no.

Care not, care not,
 * If you forsake.

Such a lover as you I can find not a few, Better, better than such as you.